Author's Note:

Hi guys! Here's the 11th chapter to my BMWW fic! I'm glad that everyone's enjoying this story!

So recently, I've been working diligently on my other chapter story '1st Female Scarlet Runner' ideas for that story has been popping in my head for the past week like cray cray!

I'm a fast updater, but i feel that I've been neglecting this story for a while since I have the time to work on it.

I hope every one enjoys this new update for there isn't a lot of "action" in this one.

DISCLAIMER: I HATE WRITING THESE, SO YOU GET THE POINT

Being Human

There was a brief silence.

"Stand me up, Bruce."

"What?"

"I said, stand me up." My firm voice has to be enough since now I can no longer threaten with strength.

"No."

My anger boils. Why am I so emotionally unstable? One minute I'm balling my eyes out and the next I want to strangle the billionaire.

In an effort to conceal the rage, I grind my teeth together barely spitting out the words, "Batman, since I am no longer invulnerable, I need to learn to handle my immobility as a mortal living being."

He stares at me for a while, having an inner conflict with himself between the small argument we had.

He narrows his eyes and slides his hand on my shoulder behind my back, he uses his other hand to bring my arm over his. He stands up and bends over to slide his other arm underneath my legs to pick me up. He gently holds onto me as he pulls my body closer to his chest.

He carries my entire body weight like its nothing.

He looks into my eyes and I look back to his.

Our faces are so close, I can feel his breath on my cheek.

He looks down at my lips and he bites his own.

"Diana, are you ok?" His face is very flushed but his mask completely covers his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But you don't have to carry me." I gently rest my hand on the bat symbol on his chest and push lightly on it, indicating that I would like to be put down.

The way he's carrying me makes the blood rush to my cheeks.

"If you even try to walk, you'll fall. Your body has been in coma for two years which means that you've been immobile for just as long. Your muscles cannot take the weight of your body mass."

I know he's right. Usually I'm ok when he's correct, but right now, I loathe the idea of him being right.

Batman must take my silence as confirmation of his statement and walks quickly over to the bathroom closer towards the entrance of the infirmary.

He walks in and sets me down on the floor and helps me lean up against the wall. He stands to walk out, but I grab him first, "Batman, where are you going?"

He must hear the worry in my voice for his own softened, but that rock hard expression remained.

"I'll be right back, I'm getting our uniforms. You can't walk around the Watch Tower dressed in a robe. Not anymore, we have… a few guests…"

He really mustn't like the guests for he says the word with much contempt.

He rises and leaves swinging the door halfway shut leaving it open a crack.

I take a deep breath trying to clear my mind from all the chaos that happened during my two year sleep and what I remember from before I slept.

One of the things I remember is Hawkgirl on the infirmary bed at the far end. She wasn't there that I saw, so she must be just fine now.

And Clark… what's gotten into him? My last memory of him was when he… I'd rather not think of it.

Wally? I hope he's ok. The kind of work we do isn't safe, anything can happen in two years.

The last time I've seen Wally was when… I don't think I want to think about that either…

The door swings open and I hear Batman's footsteps walk into the bathroom. I look up and he has retrieved his cape and cowl and my entire uniform. He has them draped across his forearms.

He places the uniforms on the tile ground and reaches for my robe's tie.

I gave him a 'what the hell do you think you're doing' look.

I could feel the air around him turn rigid.

"Hear me now, Princess. Wally and I have changed your bare body for the past two years. We have cleaned your sheets from body waste, bathed you on multiple occasions, and moved your limbs so you wouldn't go stiff. There's not a single part of your body that I haven't seen."

That didn't sound right.

I gave him an insecure look.

"Look, Batman, I wasn't conscious and aware of my surroundings at the time, but now I am, and I don't feel obligated for you to help me with everything."

With my callous, but frankly truthful, words, he recoiled back and stood taking a step away from me.

Without giving him a second glance, I reach out for my uniform but its just a few inches out of reach. I stretch my arm as far as it could go but it was too far.

I place my hands beside me on the ground and try to lift my weight and move me over closer, but I was still too weak.

I sigh in frustration, I'm not used to being dependent on someone else.

I can feel the gaze of Batman staring a hole through me as I lean back against the wall once again.

He kicks my uniform over and it slides on top my hand.

"Thanks…" I mutter under the breath. I am a warrior, I will not stand to be reliant on someone else, male, female, or otherwise.

I can hear Batman sigh, "Let me help you, Princess."

It's a tone of voice I've never heard him speak in. His soft words compelled me to look up.

For the first time, ever, I see the walls around his heart start to crack and crumble.

Two years must have really changed him. I wished I was awake to see it.

Bruce picks me up and seats me on the covered toilet. Before he moved me I grabbed my uniform in my hands.

He pulled the knot in my robe loose and pushed it off my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel hot and red from head to toes.

I watched him move his hands gracefully pulling the robe off me and slowly slipping on my uniform. He didn't dare once look down upon my nudity but kept his eyes as far away from it as possible.

He was more mature than I thought him to be.

He finished my suit and handed me my everythingproof cuffs and lasso. I slide my hands through them and find myself surprised to see how much body mass I have loss in two years. My cuffs were hanging loose against my wrists and my uniform was sagging.

I think that Bruce saw the way I was looking at myself, his voice remained tender and almost… loving.

He reached over and lifted my chin between his fingers, "Princess… don't look at yourself like that. It's not your fault or anyone elses'. There's nothing that can be done. We'll just need to start from scratch and teach you to rebuilt your muscles the way I would need to."

Looking up to his face, the ghost of a smile touched his lips and eyes.

I bit my lip knowing it would be a long and painful process to go though, but as long as Batman was here to save me from drowning in my own mistery.

After Bruce helped me change, he changed himself back in the infirmary room leaving me to sitting on the toilet.

He was fast and came back for me shortly after, along with a wheelchair…

Now, he was helping me seat myself on it.

I would do anything not to be seen in this insult to my body.

We were struggling against each other, Batman didn't want to force me for he now had the upper hand.

"Princess, you need to sit in it, or there'll be no way of you getting around."

I struggled under his grip slowly moving me down into the chair on wheels.

"No Batman, I will not be humiliated like this!"

I was starting to feel light headed and weak, the sensation was something very new and alien. I don't think I really like it.

I finally gave in, seating myself into the chair. I was contempt with the idea of being pushed around.

"Diana, if you dislike it this much, I could rather just carry you." A smirk grew on his face.

I felt my face flush once again, "Well, you could help me walk. I don't need to be carried." I tried to hold the aggression, but it wouldn't stay.

He bent down holding out an arm. I reach up and snake my thin arms around his very muscular one, holding onto it for dear life.

He slowly pulled me up and I started walking slowly. He stayed by my side, being very patient, waiting until I gained full balance.

I focused every step, reminding myself with every advancement to keep balanced and put one foot in front of the other.

This is just the beginning of a long and painful human recovery.